Anti-OTP - Olivia/Sir Andrew Aguecheek

[pretty_sweeting]

*furniture in disarray and empty bottles lying around the house do not improve her mood* Sir Andrew! I must speak with thee!

Typist: Are we still on for this?

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[adored_once_too]

*enters with a flourished bow...and falls flat on his face*

*getting up* At your service, my lady. Thou dids't wish to speak with me?

[pretty_sweeting]

*hides a smile at the fall* *sternly* I have let thee live in this house with thy friend my cousin, but such do I not have to do. I have come to expect little else but disaster from Toby, but did think somewhat better of thee. I will not have my house nightly toppled, dost hear me?

[adored_once_too]

*dusts himself off* My lady, I should never wish to cause thee grief. In sooth, however, methinks Sir Toby is more to blame than I, for he insists 'tis he right to act as he will in his own home, while I must rely on your most gracious hospitality.

[pretty_sweeting]

*sighs* Ay, so he does. Can'st not thou influence him for good, perchance? 'Twould be a golden service to me.